[ He can admit to missing watching Claude working his way down his body, watching the look in his eyes, that focus he so often gets. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s not something he thinks he’ll ever grow tired of. Watching bright green flick up the length of his body as fingers and lips explore at a leisurely pace.
The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
no subject
The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]